Monday, June 13, 2011

Hey, son.

Happy third birthday, my love.

I imagine you'll be growing clean out of your favorite cowboy-boots soon. That will be a sad day.

Perhaps you will tire of denim, your favorite comfort item, and I'll not longer need to get you "pants" before bedtime.

You might even stop sucking your cute, little thumb. Won't that be bitter-sweet.

You're getting taller. And stronger. And faster.

Oh, my baby. Just say you'll keep telling me, "mom, you're my best girl." At least for another year more.

Darling, please don't stop dancing and finishing in those fantastic poses. Please.

We'll be on to new adventures, marvelous ones I am sure, but don't grow too quickly, my boy.

Your father and I love you very much.

Always. Forever.

5 comments:

Johnsons said...

Sooooo sweet! I just love your creative and beautiful photgraphy and way with words, just beautiful! Love you guys!

Scott and Lori Smith said...

Aside from your family photos of your beautiful boys, my favorite picture is the one of the dog. I guess you could say I'm a sucker for cute dogs!

you can call me aunt choody said...

Smalls!

Teresa said...

Love this little man. I, too, will be sad when he grows out of his favorite cowboy boots. Sometimes time passes much too quickly...

Rachel and Todd said...

I love this post! What sweet sentiments for your little 3 year old! He's darling, and what a fun party.